Lookism Gun x Reader: How The Mighty Fall In Love

Where The Hell Are We?

Bang!

I jumped awake and Gun put a hand on my thigh.

"Sorry, the wind slammed the door." He said taking his hand off me and putting on his seatbelt.

"Where are we?"

I was just dropping someone off." Gun said starting the car and driving away from the building.

Wait a minute, isn't that... isn't that Hostel?!

I looked him up and down and noticed some red stains on his pants.

I paled and swallow, glancing at him.

"Who did you drop off?"

"Just someone."

"Um, and they live there?"

"Now why would I drop them off there if they didn't?"

"Is everyone alright?"

"Of course."

"So...like, no one is dead or injured?"

"No one is dead."

"What about injured?"

"Perhaps someone has a bruise."

"Who?!"

"I'm sure you don't know about him or else you would have told me about him like I asked you to." He looked at me out of the corner of his eye and I paled even more.

Does he mean Eli? No, he'd kill Eli, he hates him.

I want to ask, but what if he's not talking about Eli and I just rat him out?

"Um, why does the car smell like baby?"

He didn't answer.

He said no one is dead and someone may have a bruise, but how bad is the bruise? Do they have more than just a bruise?!

My eyes dart from left to right

I'm going to school on Monday, I'll ask Eli then...if he's not there, I'll come back to Hostel and ask...what if I'm too late?

Should I ask to be let out here?

No, he'd get suspicious.

His number!

I have his God damn number and Instagram, why did it take so long for me to remember?!

I took out my phone and my fingers flew across the keyboard as I typed out a casual message.

I don't expect an answer immediately, of course not, that's unrealistic, so I need to be patient...

♦A minute and thirty seconds later♦

WHY HAS HE NOT ANSWERED, WHAT THE FUCK, HE'S DEAD! HE'S DEAD AND GUN KILLED HIM! WHAT ABOUT YENNA?!

DOES SHE HAVE A NEXT OF KIN?! SHE HAS HER GRANDMA BUT I DON'T KNOW IF SHE'S A GOOD OR BAD PERSON!

Okay, calm down....deep breaths, no, no deep breaths. Gun will know we're nervous if I'm trying to calm myself.

"Waiting for him to text you back?" Gun hummed.

"What are you talking abo-"

Ding.

In an instant, I was reading Eli's text.

OH THANK GOD, HE'S FINE!

I could laugh from relief but I can't. Not now.

"I told you I didn't kill him."

"I still don't know who you're talking about." I said shooting Eli a message.

He chuckled dryly and glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes.

"I thought I told you to tell me if you knew where he was hiding."

"Still don't know who you're talking about. One second. Hello?"

"Girl, I just watched Gun step on your friend's neck!" Julie said.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, he walked over and kicked him in the face then stepped on his neck. He was all like, 'Oh, I'd kill you if Olly hadn't wished otherwise' which I think is lowkey cute for two psychopathic men to do!"

"...what?"

"Yeah. There was blood too! Not a lot, just from him getting kicked and stepped on. Gun was holding something in his arms, I'm not sure what though. Then he just left, just like that. Anyways, I have to go, just thought I should let you know, bye queen!"

She hung up and I stared ahead in shock.

He stepped on his neck?! What was he holding and what did he give him?!

What the hell, Gun asked me to look for him, and when I asked why, I could tell he wanted him dead, but he didn't say that because he knew I wouldn't look for him otherwise.

How should I bring this up, I can't just say Jul snitched on him!

I glared at Gun out of the corner of my eyes.

He had one hand resting on the steering wheel. His head was resting against his other hand which was against the window.

Ugh, he's so annoying...

I looked out my window and crossed my arms.

He keeps hurting my damn friends, and for what?! What does he get out of it?!

Should I pull the emergency brake? At the speed we're going, it'll fuck up his breaks and he'll need to take it to the auto shop...

Or I could sneeze on him.

If I scream and scare him, I can pretend to have seen a spider and apologize.

He's probably expecting that.

I'll wait.. patiently biding my time like a good assassin...